Sunday, January 23, 2011
I Disagree Chapter 1
I Disagree: Chapter 1 A Life As We See It
Time as husband and wife progressed smoothly, and much to mu delight, the two of us fell into a harmonious routine everyday before we'd head off to work. He'd cook, I'd clean. He'd shower, I'd pee. Things were going perfectly.
Mint recently decided to go for a job as a Stylist, dressing up in his best suit and leaving his superior with a positive impression landed him the job by the next day. I was thrilled to have not one, but two steady sources of income rolling in.
Paying the bills almost seemed uncalled for, since the money we made combined made the fee almost too cheap! Gladly we payed the amount, silently saving for an event that we wished to come in the future.
One day I accomplished a great portion of my papers at work, and I decided to take the advantage to leave early for a night out with my husband. We headed to a local bar, grabbed a glass of wine and hit the dance floor.
I even brought myself to speak to a few celebrities! Once you found a way to impress them you had them wrapped aroung their finger. Luckily, this woman worked in the same building as me, making my task a piece of cake. A few glasses of wine and some fooling around later, I suddenly realized I haven't had my period for the past few months. I gasped at the discovery, at my newly acquired friend pulled out a pregnancy test from her purse and pointed my to the bathroom.
I approached her with a grin on my face as I rubbed my barely noticeable stomach, and Johanna congratulated my multiple times. Luckily, I had has my night gown on underneath my dress, so I tossed my slim one into my bag and wore something more maternity like. Then the reality hit me. I had been drinking. Noth enough to get me drunk, but way too much for a pregnant woman. I hadn't been taking any prenatal medications or anything. Johanna noticed my sudden mood swing and comforted me as I shared my suspicions of a deformed child.
When I broke the news to Mint on the way home, he couldn't have been more ecstatic! We headed out right then and there where we purchased a crib and a few toys for our awaiting child. Mint and I shared the same suspicions, but her reassured me, "Don't worry Lilac. Deformed or not, we'll still love it just as much." His words helped ever so slightly, but not enough to calm my growing nerves.
At times, I felt like my pregnancy couldn't be going worse. Usually, most pregnant women were eating tons or at least having cravings at this point. But not me, why, at times I forgot I was even pregnant! Some morning I felt the roals were reversed, Mint scoffing down some toast as I read the morning paper. I just prated that my child would beat our expected odds.
Halfway through my pregnancy I took up public speaking. I'm not sure this skill would assist me later in life, but it helped pass the time and give my mind a chance to forget about the unkown issues of our unborn child to formulate words and opinions.
Mint too, took up a hobby. Painting. He wasn't the best, but he was certainly getting there. He'd make me smile whenever he showed me his newest breakthrough, jumping from excitement like a six year old.
I've also been working on befriending my boss, Lala Angelista. She looks tough and abusive on the outside but she's ended up providing as a great friend.
One evening a few weeks before my pre-determined due date, I noticed come spotting after going to the bathroom. I let out a groan and clutched my stomach, knowing that something wasn't right. Luckily, at that exact moment Lala was calling for an evening chat but instead called an ambulance for me and wished me the best.
Out came little Flower Willow. My beautiful baby girl. The doctor's said she has not physical deformation, but that she had a small learning defect, but nothing major. The weight was immediately lifted off of ours shoulders, letting us fully enjoy the life we've created.
Deep down I knew I wanted that little boy, but I also knew that I longed to get back to work. So Mint and I wasted no time getting down to work, eagerly awaiting our next edition.
All to soon, little Flower's birthday rolled around. It was time for her to finally become a toddler, where Mint and I were ready to face any challenges with learning basic life skills such as walking and talking were to come into play. Mint proudly took his daughter to the cake, and they blew out the candles swifly in harmony.
Flower grew up to equally resemble both her Mom and Dad. She had my skintone, and her father's hair and eyes. She was beautiful, both inside an out. At that moment, I knew that whatever roadblocks we encountered were going to be well worth it.